I have been getting ready to move out of town. My cat is not much help! But I have noticed that I am so focused on things being organized ( i dated someone, turned out to be a meth-head). I like my things in my home the way I like them. Example, he went “away” in like 2004; and the condo that I owned remained with all the unfinished, disorderly, and finding most of the things that were special to me were in pieces all over the place. I had no idea whereto even begin. My tool box was a huge thorn in my side, that was something I was always needing, to put shelves back etc. and this toolbox was always arranged with things grouped as I needed- until i moved last summer, i just “lived” with the chaos. So, the movers had no choice but to pack it up the way it was. Now that Im leaving this place of learning and heading out to start over, in a quiet place near rivers, i found myself packing the chaos into an organized manner- coffee cups dont go with the shoes! But this toolbox took me 2 days of non stop putting it back to the way I like it. I became tunnelvisioned. If I stopped to grab a soda, I would see something that “would finish that box in...” I never got a sip of soda until midnight! The toolbox is 14 years of just acceptance- but, I am not taking any chaotic baggage with me anymore... I am so not letting distractions help me ignore all the years of rage, bitterness, sweep it under the rug anymore. It’s time to really let it go, and not let distractions hide that little spark I felt in this heart that hasn’t felt anything for too long...huh, all that from a toolbox????!!!!